Silver Daux

Joined May 2021

402 stories

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Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.

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3D Subway
It's 3D and you can tell because of the colors, Not the ripping sensation jaggedly cutting Across my midsection as some sweet nobody
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Blazing
"If this between us is real, then I'll stay," he whispered, bowing his head low and crowding her. Someone had swapped the normal blue LED of the streetlight out for a red one, making the entire street look like something out of a nightmare. The animals liked it though, she could tell by the gathering of raccoons at its base and the cats slowly wandering in.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
Burn. Content Warning.
A deep, stately orange flickered and flashed across the thin, Sallow face and in the depths of the onyx eyes, Sparkling with shock and fear and disbelief.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Men Don't Cry. Top Story - July 2024. Content Warning.
"Yellow on the river, Golden in my eyes." "And what is this about?" a low voice growled, slapping a newspaper down on the table.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
Beach Eyes
She was beautiful but in the way of a sunrise. Untouchable. But right there in his chest like a lingering cold. No, like the lingering mouthful of saltwater
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Slanted Roofs
It smells like sandalwood and fresh plastic, Distantly cooked dinner and day-old wine. The pants are soft and cotton, poor in design
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Pulsar. Top Story - July 2024.
It is time to swallow the neon lights, the pretty purple and blues. Enough years have passed to put a cold gleam in his eyes
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
The Decay. Top Story - July 2024.
Astatine has peeled our molecules apart, turning us into walking ghosts. Nothing can stop the sharp fingers of time bringing ten to twenty to fifty to
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Hands In A Jar
I've cut them off, took a machete to their wrists, And sent their bodies down to hell. I had no need of the beating hearts, the blood,
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Petals. Top Story - June 2024.
I tore off your petals. Shoved them in my throat. I choked and choked and choked Until I managed to swallow down The poison in the pretty pink petals of you.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Old Words
The words stick to my ribs. They glue my diaphragm to exhaled lungs. Breath won't come. . They fill my stomach with acid.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Empty Graves
Dark eyes looked on from afar at the gaunt face Gazing down at the starlit headstone of the tomb. He was unhealthy, unwell, ailing in the sense of the soul.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets